Storm (interracial)

Placid Chapter 11

"My god this is beautiful." I say to Arian as we drive through the city of Apollonia.  There are ancient ruins everywhere.  It felt as though I was riding through a history book.  It was a different  from the hustle and bustle of New York.

"Yes it is.  It is why I made it my main home.  Not only is it beautiful but it is also quite and peaceful.  I grew up in Tirana.  I still have a home there but this is where my heart is." Arian says as we pull up to his home.

It was lavish to say the least.  It look like a modern day castle.  It was built of mostly stone.  It was a monstrosity once I saw the rest of it as we drove around back to park the car.  The garage was ridiculous, it looked like a car lot.  There were vintage cars, classics, trucks, suv's, it was to much for one man.  There was even an elevator in the garage.  To say I was in awe would be an understatement.  Arian took out a key and put it in a keyhole and turn it and the elevator began to move upwards.  When it stopped the doors opened to a hallway that led to double doors.  We walked up to the doors and Arian opened them to the most beautiful, luxurious bedroom I've ever seen.  The room was white, ruby red, and brown.  It was tastefully decorated.  There was a area to the right of the bed, a bar area to your right when you walk in. There was a fireplace between the sitting area and bar.  On the mantle sat a beautiful picture of a woman.

"Arian who is the beautiful woman on your mantle?"

"Kaltrina.

"She's beautiful."

"Thanks."

"What was she like?"

"I don't care to talk about."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." He says walking to a walk-in closet.  "Storm come." I walk to the closet and he motions for me to sit next to him. My goodness, his closet looks like a mini store for men.  Everything was neat and had it place.

He places his hand on my cheek and kisses my forehead.  He pulls his head away slowly and grips my jaw tightly with the hand he had on my cheek.  He looks at me with a stern expression and proceeds to say, "You are to never ask me about her.  She is not up for discussion, understood."

"Yes." I say in a whisper.

He relaxes his grip on my jaw and kisses me.  He starts to undress me.  He did this slow and methodically as if he was unraveling a precious artifact.  When he removed the last of my garments he commanded me to get on my knees.  I did as he ask while he backed away from me undressing himself.  When he was done removing his clothes he stared at me.  I put my head down because his stare was just too intense.

"Pick your head up Storm.  Don't you look away from me."

I pick my head up and look him in the eyes.  He  stalks toward me never dropping eye contact.  He bends down and take my mouth with his.   He kisses me so passionately that when he leaves my mouth it remains open. I immediately missed his kiss.  Before i knew it he shoves his erect member down my throat.  I gag from him hitting the back of my throat.

"Breathe."he tells me.

I look at him with tears in my eyes as he thrust his penis in and out of my mouth.  He attacks my mouth, wildly thrusting himself in and out of my mouth.  I'm choking and gagging but he seems to be in a zone.  I pull my face away to get some much needed air only for him to shove his penis roughly back into my mouth.  The tears are flowing freely now. 

"Suck." He says harshly.

I obey and try to suck him as best as I could.  He demeanor is different. It's as if he is in another world.  He takes his free hand and grabs my hair tightly and ravages my mouth relentlessly.  He is pounding the back of my throat with no remorse and I can't take it.  I began to gag.  I can feel the contents in my stomach come up.  I try to push myself away from him but to no avail.  He only tightens his grip in my hair. The contents of my stomach which is just saliva and air forces its way up and it is then he releases me.  Its hurts so bad.  I'm dry heaving.  He leaves me there crying.  How could he be so inconsiderate I think to myself.  He walks back in with a damp towel and a dry one.